#picarexque

[lilyspoise-blog]

@picarexque

“Oh my gosh, this uniform... you’re from Shujin, right? Right?! Then, starting tomorrow, you’ll be... maybe my classmate! Or even my senpai!”

[charaplay]

FILE NAME: @picarexque

( I can take care of myself. ) Everytime the stranger insisted on following him they simply took three steps back, hands behind them so they could be clutching the handle of their precious knife just in case things decided to go out of hand. They didn’t trust him, nor would they ever want him near them. So what if they have a tendency to hide in dark alleyways and scavenge for food like a rabid raccoon? They simply didn’t want to go home, what’s so hard to understand? ( One more step and I will make you regret it. ) They gave a warning glare, a growl to accompany it.

[zetsomen]

❛⠀ ⠀♱⠀ ⠀⁞⠀ ⠀@picarexque .  1 / 5 .

❛❛      you didn’t actually believe she loved you,   did you ?      ❜❜      

[hekigankiseki]

@picarexque & @takanyakis

                          “Hey, when you two have some free time, come by Chagall Cafe. Together. Let me know in advance-- food’s on me on your first visit.”

[artiskinned]

           “I heard it’s traditional to purchase the dish ‘Kentucky Fried Chicken’ on Christmas and eat it with your loved one. Since I have two loved ones, would it not make sense for the three of us to go together?”

[wallphasing]

     “ Heart thief, huh ? Well you certainly stole mine. ” // @picarexque

[narxkami]

          He always thought Neo Featherman was pretty cool...

[takanyakis]

‘ believe me, you’re safe here. nobody’s going to bother you while you’re with me. ’

★  MISSION START : the mouse & his child !

            SHE  hates that he still has to comfort her at obscure hours of the night like this. 

            It’s always when she least expects it, after months of moderately restful nights; she’s not always lucky enough to be laying next to him when she wakes up screaming, but in a way, being lucky just makes her feel even worse. Whether it’s being thankful Sojiro doesn’t live in his own cafe, fretting over how many hours Tadashi’s gotten before she startles him awake, or searching his face for the slightest signs of irritation ( which, of course, are never there )… It’s almost as if she copes by replacing one stressor with a dozen others. 

                  ❝   Tadashi…  ❞

            Her voice quivers as she murmurs his name — a question, a statement, a prayer. Her eyes, already caked from sleep, are threatening to brim over entirely. What can she even say ?  ‘Thank you’ ?  ‘I’m sorry’ ?  ‘I know’ ?  ‘I love you’ ?  She isn’t sure, and he already knows more than half of those, so she reaches for his hand instead — letting the silence settle in for so long that it almost seemed like she wouldn’t finish her thought at all.

                   ❝   Tadashi… I’m so tired.  ❞   And sometimes, despite anyone’s best efforts, that’s really all there was to say.